46 days of collecting garbage

"Does Mr. Naji need magic crystals?" Fred asked, careful not to be overheard. "Level eight."

This is really good stuff!

Level 5 and 6 items are in high demand, while level 8 items are basically treasured items.

If it weren't for a stroke of luck, he would never have known that he would be able to obtain an eighth-level magic crystal.

Fred was secretly waiting to see Mr. Nagi's surprise.

However, he noticed that no matter how he looked at it, the person in front of him still had such a calm expression!

They weren't even moved by an eighth-level magic crystal?!

Could this person's identity be even higher than I suspected?!

Fred's momentum suddenly faltered.

The little robot, however, was completely bewildered.

Magic crystals? What are they?

Forgive a science-based robot who has only been in the magical world for a few days and has never read any magical novels.

However, whether the little robot knew or not, it didn't particularly want the magic crystal.

He's just a trash can; all he wants is the garbage that humans throw away.

The more precious the treasure, the less he wanted it.

Fred, unaware of this, was startled by the little robot's nonchalant expression, but since he had already spoken and revealed that he possessed an eighth-level magic crystal, it wasn't easy for him to stop.

So he could only tentatively ask, "How many of the 'light bulbs' that Mr. Naji sold me yesterday are left?"

He had only thought that the person who could produce divine gifts had opened a shop, so he wandered over to see what was going on. But before he even had a chance to come in, he spotted the familiar solar-powered lights on the shelf!

Thinking of the secret that had always weighed on the minds of the Lukman family, Fred was excited and immediately came in.

Upon entering, Fred discovered that he didn't recognize a single item on the shelves!

Normally, he would stroll around leisurely, looking at each item one by one.

But there were more important things to do now, and he couldn't worry about these things.

Judging from the placement of the divine lamp and the fact that it hadn't received any special treatment, Fred guessed that the mysterious Mr. Nagi might have more.

really.

The little robot nodded: "Do you still want to buy more? How many do you want?"

"Can I have as many as I want?! Twenty, no, ten, is that alright?"

If we had ten more Divine Lamps with the exact same effect as the previous one, Lukman's problem might actually come in handy!

Fred was extremely excited.

The little robot checks the inventory in the recycling bin; well, there aren't ten ready-made ones.

He truthfully replied, "I don't have ten right now."

Before he could finish speaking, Fred couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.

Indeed, how can one expect such a thing to be as plentiful as roadside stones?

But his disappointment was just beginning when he suddenly realized...

Wait, now?

Thinking of a certain possibility, his heart, which had sunk, lifted again.

Sure enough, Fred heard the robot finish its sentence: "...but it's not difficult for it to do, just wait ten minutes."

Fred felt that he was hearing a sound even more beautiful than the hymns sung in a church!

It actually exists!

He nodded repeatedly, afraid that if he was too slow, the other party would change their mind: "I'll wait, I'll wait. Don't worry, Mr. Ji, the price will still be the same as the first one. It's just that I don't have that many gold coins right now. Can I use the level eight magic crystal we mentioned earlier to pay for it?"

Level 8 magic crystals are very expensive, but there's no exact figure for how many gold coins they cost. In the past, even when they occasionally entered the market for trading, it was mostly done through barter.

Those who need level 8 magic crystals and dare to openly buy them, whether adventurers or mages, are unlikely to be low-level, and the items they offer in exchange are also rare and valuable.

Neither party will lose money in this kind of transaction.

Fred is feeling quite uneasy about making this suggestion now.

He had initially thought his crystals were at least level eight magic crystals, but Mr. Ji was completely unmoved. What if he didn't like them? If he wasn't willing, what if the lights were all bought up by the time he transferred the gold coins from other vaults?

The thought filled Fred with both trepidation and nervousness.

When he saw the person in front of him nod in agreement, he was overjoyed.

The little robot didn't have a high need for money to begin with. The amount of gold coins left over from selling one lamp was already enough. If it needed that many more gold coins later, it wouldn't have many uses other than storing them in its warehouse to melt down when it needed "gold" materials.

Since this human wants to trade with magic crystals, then let's trade.

This gave him another special material from the magical world to study.

The two sides reached an agreement, and Fred immediately went back to retrieve the magic crystal.

He went out excitedly, but before he had taken more than a few steps, jsg suddenly realized something.

I just missed an important piece of information—

That divinely bestowed lamp—it was actually made by Mr. Ji himself?!

Realizing this, Fred stared blankly, his mind seemingly unable to process anything.

Could it be that this Mr. Naji is...?!

With this guess in mind, Fred carefully recalled everything that had happened from yesterday to today.

He had run his shop in County Joel for so long, and he had never seen anyone with such pure white hair.

Moreover, that person's appearance was even better than that of nobles who ate and used delicacies and jewels year-round.

Upon closer inspection, although he speaks the local dialect and seems similar to the locals, a closer look reveals his unfamiliarity with his surroundings.

What's more, he himself said that making that "light bulb" wasn't difficult!

This...this all matches up!!

That's why they look down on level eight magic crystals! That's why they can create such treasures effortlessly!

Because he is a god!

Besides, don't hymns also sing of gods who transformed into humans and left behind all sorts of legendary stories?!

The thought of having come into such close contact with such a being almost made Fred faint.

Fortunately, he remembered that the person was waiting for him to bring the magic crystals to make the transaction.

When he arrived at the robot shop with his things, his expression was more awe-inspiring than ever before, and with each step he took, his excitement was overflowing.

If it weren't for the fact that this person didn't seem to have any intention of revealing their identity, he would have prostrated himself on the ground and started praying devoutly!

The little robot, unaware of the strange new identity humans had bestowed upon it, quickly modified several lights, assembled them along with the existing ones in the recycling bin, and handed them over to Fred to take away.

As for the magic crystals used for payment, they were naturally left in the little robot's hands.

The little robot opened a box made of pure silver, inside which was a fist-sized, transparent, multifaceted crystal.

It's not crystal.

The moment the little robot saw it, it immediately understood why this thing was a treasure in the world.

It contains a tremendous amount of energy!

The little robot's energy detection program was beeping wildly. Even though it was a robot that had seen several worlds, it couldn't help but marvel at the sheer amount of energy it possessed.

Compared to things from the last world, this fist-sized thing contains the energy equivalent of three nuclear bombs!

If this were released, its power would be incredible.

This is only level eight. If there were level ten or ten, it would probably be comparable to the interstellar cannons of his native world.

The kind that can destroy most of a planet with a single shot.

The little robot carefully put it away.

There's no use for it right now, so I'll save it for later.

The most important thing now is to work hard and pick up his trash.

Soon, the little robot shop welcomed people selling trash again.

This time it wasn't the neighbors, but someone who had clearly been publicized by the neighbors.

Receive, pay, organize.

After a busy day, the little robot not only didn't feel tired, but became even more enthusiastic.

But he discovered a problem.

Those who came to sell garbage were all commoners; there wasn't a single slave.

Needless to say, those with even higher status...

That won't do.

The little robot wants to recycle as much trash as possible; that's the meaning of its work.

Perhaps we should try advertising?

The little robot recalls the propaganda knowledge it has seen in the human world.

These little robots that never need to sleep are extremely efficient.

So the next day, he posted a user manual for the self-service garbage vending machine on the wall, then left the shop, took the small advertisements he had made overnight, and went out to distribute them.

Yes, the little robot's advertising method was—

Distributing flyers!

Unfortunately, there are no advertising channels in this world. The little robot didn't see any relevant information. According to the shop owners around, their only method is word of mouth.

However, this method is very inefficient in spreading to different social classes.

It may even have no effect at all.

Therefore, he decided that small advertisements were still the most effective.

As for the shops, the little robot can be completely trusted.

Putting aside the fact that it's actually a recycling bin, which he has complete control over, how much effort does it take to put up small ads? That night, he also set up an automated settlement and payment portal.

Combined with the already developed intelligent weighing system, customers can sell their garbage independently without making mistakes or having their money stolen.

As for the people who come to sell their trash, how they watch and marvel at the machine that weighs, calculates, and dispenses money in the empty shop, the little robot doesn't care at all.

He is now...

I realized I seemed to be lost.